Her blonde hair slicked back in a ponytail swung around as she dipped down to kiss over my kneecap. Her slow motions were soothing. She took her time converging around my thighs, dragging her nails over the inside of them.
Naked and exposed to her tender touch, I was too stoned to admit what I was doing. This would go down in the history book of another experience I kept secret from the important people in my life. I was doing this for Brant, on the anniversary of the first time we were together. This celebratory encounter started as a promise, but had turned into something delightful.
All it took to strip down in front of her was a line of coke and her coaxing. I was denying being attracted to a woman, because I’d been taught it was wrong. I wasn’t a lesbian, but gratification was hard to come by, and she knew exactly where I needed extra attention.
She walked her fingers up my abdomen, circling both of my nipples with those long manicured nails. They began to tingle and harden as she watched. Entertained by her own actions, Tammy let out a gasp and pierced her lips together as she ducked down and kissed the skin above my pussy.
Brant’s eyes were fixed on what she was doing, one of his hands down his pants. He hadn’t had time to remove them, or prepare. We’d been fooling around to get a rise out of him and one thing had led to another. At first I wasn’t going to go through with it. I told him I wasn’t comfortable enough in my own skin to be around someone as open as Tammy. I felt like he’d want her instead of me.
Now, all I could think about was where her lips were about to be, and how they were going to make me feel.
Her tongue, long and stiff, slipped down brushing over my clit. My body bucked the moment she made contact with my sensitive bud. A little cry escaped my lips, and I swear I heard Brant in the corner groaning. All of a sudden he’d freed his cock and was stroking away while watching us together.
Tammy turned when she heard him. Her smile was evil, like she knew she was getting to both of us. She was in control and we were her puppets. “Is this what you want, Brant? Your girlfriend tastes so good. Mmm, I could eat her all night.”
“Fuck,” was the only thing to come out of his mouth.
She reached forward and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue circling against mine in a matched pattern. I had to close my eyes, because they were becoming too heavy to keep open. Both of her hands were once again on my thighs, her thumbs rubbing up the muscles. I was not only turned on, but could feel my natural lubrication trickling down to my ass. She drug the back of her hand up my pussy, spreading it around while watching and licking her lips.
Then, while glaring into my eyes, she rubbed my juices over her lips. A wicked grin filled her face as she lowered her body again, positioning herself between my legs. This was it; the moment I’d feared I’d never be able to handle. Another woman was about to eat my pussy and I wanted it to happen. I was crumbling into a pile of ecstasy.
Then I felt her warm tongue penetrating me, lapping me up, and then dragging over my pulsating bud. She moaned again, sucking on my essence while I clung to the plush carpet beneath me.
I couldn’t look at Brant. My focus was only on what Tammy was able to do with her tongue. She kept at it, circling my clit like it was a bull’s-eye. Then I couldn’t handle it. Her touch was too precise. She knew exactly where to attend to make me go crazy. As a woman, she didn’t waste more time exploring my body. She was there for one reason, and as she claimed my pussy as her own, I knew nothing would ever feel this good again.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath, and in that time, Brant had come over to join us. Tammy welcomed him in our little space, allowing him enough room to touch me. She toyed with my spent pussy, fingering me as my juices continued to pour out. “I’m afraid I’ve found a new pet to play with. She’s delightful, just like I knew she would be. The good girls are always the best to fuck.”
“Is it my turn?” He asked her.
She moved her head from side to side. “Not yet. She has some work to do before you can have her, don’t you, Cassie?”
I knew exactly what she wanted and I was so high I didn’t even consider what I was about to do. She lifted her body until she was straddling my face but didn’t lower herself, not yet. She turned back and lifted her ass first, putting it right up in my boyfriend’s face. “Give him permission. Let him touch me while he’s fucking you. Share him with me, Cassie.”
I couldn’t look at Brant. I already knew what his answer would have been. How could he not want to be a part of this epic encounter? “Yes,” I whispered.
It was obvious when he slid up between my legs. Tammy turned around to face him. She lowered her ass until she was feeding me her pussy. I brought my hands up and began running my mouth over her skin while listening to two of them kissing. I wanted to hate it; to beg him to stop touching her, but I was too elated to ask and too high to care. I wanted him to experience being with both of us, and I couldn’t explain why.
Maybe it was the drugs, or the alcohol we’d consumed right before. Maybe I was sick in my head. Maybe I was tired of being the good girl. Whatever the case, I allowed my boyfriend to kiss and caress another woman, while I did the same. The smell of her natural essence filled my nostrils, but I was too taken back to taste her. Then I felt it, Brant entering me. His slow pace was too much to handle. Tammy slid forward, sitting her butt down over my breasts. She then turned and lowered her mouth to mine, our bodies parallel to one another. Brant kept ramming into me, even harder after she’d adjusted. She was rubbing her pussy against mine, moaning in sync with me. I could feel her hand massaging her clit. She sat up and leaned back to kiss Brant while I watched. Then he pulled out of me. Like a light switch going off, I’d changed my mind, but it was too late. He was taking her from behind while I remained stuck underneath of her. I watched their faces, and the way his hands came up and cupped both of her breasts. In that moment I wanted to scream – to cry and run away, but I was trapped. I’d asked for this. I’d let it happen.
Brant didn’t falter with Tammy. Eventually he pushed her off of me and slide back inside. I could feel the tears running down the sides of my face, not that he noticed. He bucked roughly until finally his body stiffened.
As soon as I was able, I got up and locked myself in the bathroom. I had destroyed the little bit of conscious I had left. This was one of the lowest points in my life. There would be no going back and changing things. What was done couldn’t be undone. There were no take-backs.
This was where I should have put a stop to the madness; ended this charade of being in control and accepted my parents were right. This was where I should have run home and never looked back.
Except I didn’t.
Chapter 10
Cassie
It took me years to find the courage to stand up for what I wanted in life, and only a matter of weeks for me to throw it all away on sex, drugs, and crime. When I looked in the mirror, I no longer saw the sweet girl my parents raised. Instead I saw someone who woke in the morning looking for a fix to get me through; someone willing to toss her morals aside for the high.
Several weeks ago I fell victim to my own hunger. I yearned for something more, and found solace in whatever I could put in my body to make the days easier.
I stopped caring about saving up and moving on. I lived in the now. Even Brant knew he’d changed me. The drug use only got worse once we started doing them together. Before getting high, I struggled to find the positive in my life. When we used we were unstoppable, so I thought.